swaying--an ocean of vegetation dancing to the beat of the wind.
Tossing, back and forth.
Textures and patterns between earth and sky.
Colours of contrast.
Her sun-kissed shoulders, making freckles of the summer apparent.
She walks joyfully. Jubilant.
A time to reminisce and have a moment of blissful solitude.
The dust and fine powder blowing onto her browned skin,
and stalks of gold crunching beneath her.
Her orange, tattered scarf,
fraying and unraveling in the cool, crisp wind.
A whimsical day. A turning point.
A new season and beginning.
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